User blog comment:Lordsunflash/The War For Mossflower/@comment-3135907-20110914172846

Left to guard the hilltop, Skorab has begun to get restless, what with Flecla being gone so long and all that. Several ideas pop into his head. Mebbe Flecla's ardy gottin payed an' ran off widout me, he thinks resentfully. Naw, she wouln' do dat ter me, I'm `er friend... Finally, after battling his mind awhile, he decides to head out. "That ol' lout don' care about me," he grumbles irritably. He begins walking off dejectedly, away from the hill overlooking the Juska camp. "Dis ain't fun any more, I'll jus' go an' take th' boat widout `er- th' stealin' conivvin'-er-conivvin' vermin!".